when i was a little girl, my mom found out she had hypoglycemia. this meant that she had to chill out on eating sugar and other crap food, so she started shopping for snacks at a local health food store. shortly after, one of the nice ladies that worked there sent mom home with a big chocolate easter bunny for me. how sweet, right?

no.

it was carob. and i didn’t know any difference b/c all you see when you’re a kid is a big, tasty, chocolate easter bunny that wants to get eated. the problem is, carob is fucking gross. i kept trying to take another bite every few hours, each time managing to almost convince myself that i’d warm up to it. i still, to this day, can’t get that taste out of my mind.

i know someone is going to read this and think, “hey! i feed carob bunnies to my kids! i don’t see any problem with that.”

jerks.

there is only one proper use of carob. it’s called sixlets.

talking about this just reminded me of the time my grammy was making treats and tricked me into eating a spoonful of powdered baking cocoa. what an asshole.